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Minutes later, they crossed the threshold into the grand master suite.

Roxanne gasped softly, her eyes taking in the sprawling expanse of the room, anchored by a massive king-sized bed draped in rich, luxurious linens.

She turned slowly to face him, a sudden, daring spark lighting up her eyes. "I want to freshen up," Roxanne said, her voice dropping to a smooth hum as her fingers drifted to the top button of her blouse.

Richard froze, his dark gaze locking onto her hands, following every single movement as she slowly unbuttoned the fabric, step by step.

Roxanne bit down on her lower lip, tilting her head as she looked up through her lashes. "Would you like to join me?"

Richard stepped closer, the heat radiating off him. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, thick with pure anticipation. "I would be honored."

Roxanne removed her top in one fluid motion, letting it drop to the floor. Her breath hitched as the cool air hit her skin, causing her nipples to harden instantly. Her gaze remained locked on Richard, burning with intense heat.

Richard stood frozen, his eyes sweeping over her face, tracing the slope of her collarbones before dropping slowly to her breasts. His hands moved to his own shirt, ripping it off and letting his trousers drop to the floor in a heap. When his rigid dick was bared to her, Roxanne’s lips parted on a soft, ragged gasp.

"Lead the way," Richard murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Roxanne didn’t hesitate. Every step she took toward the bathroom was deliberate, her hips swaying just enough to let him know she wanted him just as desperately as he wanted her.

They crossed the threshold into the expansive glass shower.

Richard reached up, turning the control lever, and warm water instantly cascaded down over their skin, plastering their hair to their necks.

Roxanne looked up, water droplets clinging to her lashes as she met his dark eyes. Richard swallowed hard, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

Without wasting another heartbeat, he stepped in close, placing one flat palm against the glass wall behind her head. He cupped the back of her neck with his other hand, his fingers tangling in her wet hair as his lips crashed down onto hers.

Roxanne let out a needy moan against his mouth, her hand sliding up to press flat against his wet chest as the kiss deepened into something fierce and consuming. Wanting to push him closer to the edge, she slid her fingers down his torso, her thumb brushing lightly over his chest before grazing his hardened nipples.

A dark groan vibrated in Richard’s throat as his dick twitched, the tip throbbing with an ache for her. His hand slid down her waist, gripping her hip before moving up to cup her breast, his fingers pinching her sensitive nipple through the cascade of water.

Roxanne shuddered in his arms, a breathless gasp of pure pleasure tearing past her lips.

"I want your lips on them," Roxanne whispered, her voice a ragged plea, her chest heaving against him with sharp, stuttering breaths.

Richard lowered his head, his mouth closing over her right nipple. Roxanne’s back arched off the glass as he pulled hard, sucking her deep into his mouth. She threw her head back against the tiles, crying out in raw pleasure. He shifted his lips to the other breast, sucking and rolling the second nipple while his fingers mercilessly teased the first.

Roxanne shivered violently, her body vibrating against his touch. Her hand dropped lower, sliding between them to stroke his rigid, throbbing dick, while her other hand found her own wet pussy, rubbing her clit in slow circles as he devoured her breasts.

Richard groaned against her skin, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Pulling back from her chest, he sank to his knees in the rushing water.

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening up her pussy completely to his gaze before pressing his mouth firmly against her folds, his tongue swirling and flicking aggressively over her swollen clit.

"Oh, Richard," Roxanne sobbed, her fingers clutching frantically at his hair. "I’m gonna cum. I’m right there."

Richard didn’t slow down; if anything, he drove his tongue harder. With a loud, breathless cry, Roxanne climaxed, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.

He lowered her leg and stood slowly, his breathing heavy as he watched her chest heave.

Roxanne didn’t wait. Turning toward the wall, she planted both palms flat against the glass and leaned forward, bracing herself. "I want you inside me. Now."

A fierce smile broke across Richard’s face. He stepped into her space, aligned himself, and thrust deep inside her.

Roxanne gasped, her head falling back against the glass as a deep moan tore from her throat. Richard planted his hands firmly on her hips, anchoring her as he drove into her with a steady, punishing rhythm.

The wet sound of their bodies colliding echoed off the tile, blending with the rush of the shower.

Moments later, the unbearable friction reached a breaking point, and Richard’s jaw locked into a hard line. "I’m cumming," he groaned, a violent surge of pleasure crashing over him as his body shuddered, releasing deep inside her.

The minutes that followed in the shower were quiet, filled with slow, lingering kisses and the steady sound of falling water. When they finally stepped out, wrapped in plush towels, they drifted straight into the massive bed.

Richard pulled her close, draping his heavy arm protectively over her waist as they tangled their legs beneath the heavy duvet. He pressed his lips softly against the shell of her ear. "I’m in love with you, Roxanne," he murmured, the confession raw in the dark room.

Roxanne turned her head quickly, her eyes searching his in the dim light as if weighing the heavy truth of his words. A soft smile touched her lips before she leaned up to kiss him. "I’m in love with you, Richard." She exhaled a long, shaky breath, her mind racing.

"What are you worried about?" Richard asked softly, his tone husky and reassuring. "I’m not him. I’m never going to hurt you."

Roxanne sighed, resting her cheek against his chest. "I know, but I keep wondering. Are you not worried your mother will never accept me?"

Richard exhaled a sharp breath into the dark. "My grandfather taught me something important," he said, his fingers tracing slow circles on her bare shoulder. "If you spend your life trying to satisfy everyone else, you’ll end up disappointing yourself. I chose you, Roxanne. That is all that matters."

Roxanne nodded, letting herself completely melt into his warmth as the heavy blankets wrapped around them. "Thank you for making me feel safe. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way."

Richard pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head. "I’ve got you. Always."

With that final promise, they closed their eyes, letting sleep pull them under, the air thick with the quiet peace of the night.

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The next morning, the cheerful chirping of birds drifted through the window, slowly pulling Roxanne out of a deep sleep. A strip of bright morning sunlight cut across the mattress, hitting her eyelids and making her squint. She stirred, lifting a hand to shield her face from the glare.

As she shifted, she noticed the space beside her was cold. Her eyes snapped open. She rolled over, but the left side of the bed was completely empty. She frowned, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Richard?" she called out, her voice tight with sudden hesitation. "Are you in here?"

Silence answered her.

Throwing the heavy blankets back, her pulse gave an anxious thud against her ribs. She hurried out of bed, checking the bathroom and stepping out onto the breezy balcony, but he was nowhere to be found.

The room suddenly felt far too quiet, making the knot in her chest tighten.

Richard had promised he wasn’t going anywhere. So where was he?

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